I can’t imagine people being any nicer. We have gotten so much help today from complete strangers. The people in this area are amazing. We’ve got a place lined up to live in, I’ve got a possible job lined up if I decide to take it. The area: Felton…The views: Redwood trees and mountains galore…The people: Extremely friendly and inviting…The weather: Amazing….Life: FUCKING AMAZING!!!!
So here’s a pic of my new tattoo…it’s simple. It’s the one on the right. Inside of my arm.
Also for your viewing pleasure a pic of me head. lol
Welcome to California….I finally got here after being stuck in nowhere Tennessee. We managed to get here in 3 days at break neck speeds and long days. Numb buts are resting in a well deserved hotel room tonight. Broke my tattoo cherry today in Barstow. Went to my first swap meet. Saw the Sierra’s again. Paid $3.69 for gas. Almost ran out of gas in the desert. Having a blast. I don’t know that I will ever join the "real world" ever again. You never know though. Hope everyone is ok.
So we’ve made it to know-where Tennessee. We’ve managed to find out that the car needs a new Catalytic Converter which appearantly is needed for the car to continue running. We’re are camped out at the Super 8 in a town I think is called Rockford or Midway…really not sure nor do I care. It’s fun though. At least we have a decent view of the mountains…things could be worse. We’re getting the car fixed in the morning and heading farther west. I got bored in the room this afternoon and bought some shears to shave my head. It’s all gone now. Feels pretty good too. I am sitting here biding my time until the morning now though. Thought I would fill the folks in. Weather: cloudy with a chance of rain late in the day…Traffic: passing….Condition: Hungry, think I’ll get some food….Happiness level: High despite. I hope you are all enjoying your sunday.
Later,
Heather
PS- will post pics of me head later…arrrrggh matey!
First of all what the hell is up with the damn ad above that sqaubles like a chicken or laughs like a clown and it won’t shut the hell up. AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGgggggghhh!!!!
Well folks I am off…my rocker perhaps…but either way I am off. I am heading westward bound. Santa Cruz to be exact. I am in the middle of selling everything I own with the exception of things I love. This town just isn’t doing it for me nor has it for a while. I have sobered up (literally) and realized that I need to do these things while I am still young. So here were are at the crossroads of my life. I may be crazy and I will admit I am a bit scared, but If I don’t do this I think my head will explode and my heart will shrivel up like a prune. I am so unhappy in this town. I have to make a change and be it drastic this is what I have wanted for so long. I’ve just been too scared to do it. I think the being scared part just isn’t making since anymore. I will never be successful here. I want opportunity and I will create it if I have to. So I love all of you and I will miss hanging out but I just can’t hang out anymore.
Whatever happened to simple. The simple ways that things worked. It was simply a cheeseburger, not a Fuddrucker’s "fucking put me out of my misery" two and a half pound calf on a bakers dozen. There were only three channels to choose from, two of which were fuzzy. A time when we still had good movies to choose from? Times when people still used real fucking butter. Does anyone even remember what real butter tastes like? What about when it was simple to find good music. No hoops to jump through in order to find a decent fucking artist. No underground music cult you had to belong to in order to get a few reputable names. Then you ask yourself: "Was it my generation or the one before?". Then you remind yourself that you really don’t give a shit who’s fault it is. You just want some fucking answers. Like Why? Just of few "Why the fuck?"-fill in the blank moments. That’s probably bullshit though. I venture to guess that all the answers in the world wouldn’t make life any less shitty. So you find yourself wondering. An entire life spent on wondering. Wondering about this or that. Always wondering and never doing anything about it. Story of the story of this person I know who knows this other person who said it was their life. If things were just simple again, then it would be the story of my life. However, since history tells us that things only get more complicated, the story is not mine. It has evolved and evolution only makes things more difficult. We’re the proof. How do you figure out how to make it simple again? Where do you begin when you’ve come so far? Then you stumble and when you look up you see it staring you in the face as plain and simple as it can. And you want it so badly because it’s what you’ve been searching for but you’re evolved self is getting in the way. So you tell yourself: "Stop being your evolved self dammit!". The problem lies in that your simple self is not as intelligent as your evolved self. And so you go on with life. What can you do about it? Nothing is simple anymore. You read the news, watch TV, drink a beer, scratch your ass at inopportune times, take your daily’s, make some money, dish it back out plus more, eat, breathe, think, fuck, cry and laugh. Laugh at life. Laugh hard so as not to cry or puke when it kicks your stomach into your spine. Laughter is the key to all predicaments or ailments. I should know. After all I am registering it as a trademark. And what you will find even more funny is that fact that this post had nothing at all to do with the title. I have no idea what I was thinking when I typed that. I don’t even know what the hell I am talking about. Interesting…
Spencer, Spencer, Spencer…you make me shake my head sometimes. Three things I learned last night:
1. Tequila is not a good addition to an already existing stooper.
2. I need to get Guitar Hero.
3. I’ve got a grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeaaaat girlfriend!
Three things I learned this morning:
1. Tequila gives you baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad gas.
2. I don’t know what happened but I feel like someone punched me in the face.
3. Don’t attempt to cook when your drunk…what you may find in the morning will in fact disturb you.
Now carry on folks.
Conceived
in a gas station bathroom, and born in the back of a station wagon
in the Bowlarama parking lot on league night. This little honey
was raised on the four basic food groups (meatwiches, oleo, government
cheese, and beer).
Possessed of an I.Q. that makes her ancestors
proud, she is the first of her family to make it through the third
grade. She would have finished the fourth if she had not made the
mature decision to stay home with her first born son.
Also a model working Mom, even after a hard
day gathering carts at the Honk & Holler, she still finds time
to carve and fry the Christmas
Bologna.
I just want to share this with anyone who may find it the least bit fucking hilarious.
http://www.mytrailerpark.com/
It’s brilliant!
If you haven’t checked out Ze Frank, then you need to. insightful, witty, and painfully funny. This guy really knows how to poke fun. Check it out!
